Brigette lay asleep on her purple velvet blanket on her polished cedar bed
When she awoke venetian blinds let strips of light upon the eiderdown

Trees looked extra green that morning, sky looked extra blue somehow
Oh I wonder why a tear comes to her eye. She's so happy that she has to cry

Brigette's biggest day. All that childhood dreams of love are now reality
Is it really true that the girl who played on swings will wear a ring today
A cottage in the countryside, Knitting socks by the fireside
forever satisfied, forever satisfied